Doris Lessing Quotes

And any small moments of intense, flaring beauty such as this morning's will be utterly forgotten, dissolved by time like a super-8 film left out in the rain, without sound, and quickly replaced by thousands of silently growing trees.

Time erases both the best and the worst of us.

Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard.

Time is a river without banks.

Uneasily the leaves fall at this season, forgetting what to do or where to go; the red amnesiacs of autumn drifting thru the graveyard forest. What they have forgotten they have forgotten: what they meant to do instead of fall is not in earth or time recoverable the fossils of intention, the shapes of rot.

Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.

Time after time have nations, ay, and rich and strong nations, learned in the arts, been, and passed away to be forgotten, so that no memory of them remains. This is but one of several; for Time eats up the works of man.

The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.

How soon will time cover all things.

One must console oneself with the thought that time has a sieve through which most of these important things run into the ocean of oblivion and what remains after this selection is often still trite and bad.

Time has a doomsday book, upon whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is written there, an old one disappears. Only a few stand in illuminated characters never to be effaced.

Time is flying never to return.

Oh, I'll be forgotten too, don't worry.

And we forget because we must and not because we will.

But where are the snows of yester year?

Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

Death is feared as birth is forgotten.

Total oblivion is the fate of almost everything in this world. I'm very likely to suffer that same fate; my work will probably not be remembered, and if any of it is, if any of those novels is fated to be one of those novels that is still being read 50 or 100 years after it was written, I've probably already written it.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

We must remember that as the centuries go by, time will pass.

But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-chok'd souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will.

It doesn't matter how popular an actor you are: nobody will remember you forever.

History can just be so unkind as time passes.

Time crumbles things; everything grows old under the power of Time and is forgotten through the lapse of Time.